0 comments/ 34586 views/ 6 favorites Huntress By: Scarecrow Diana awoke with a start in the deepest part of the night. She stirred as her eyes focused from their sleepy blur and slowly pulled her naked form out her bed. Kept trim and fit by daily workouts, Diana was a gorgeous young woman. In her early twenties, she had waist length, black hair, hanging from her head in loose curls. Her skin was brown from a Latin heritage, her face baring distinct features of Spanish blood. Her eyes seemed like pools of the night, glittering with their fire. They had a way of sinking deep into a man's soul whenever he dared to challenge her stare. Her breasts were large and firm, heavy and sexual, with large, pert nipples. Her stomach was flat and defined with her workouts, and lead to a slim waist, which flared out into wide, erotic hips. She kept her cunt shaved clean, loving the feel of bare flesh on bare flesh when she shared her bed with others. Her legs were long and shapely, her skin perfect and silky to the touch. Diana's earliest memories were of this large, Victorian house on the edge of the city. She didn't remember how she came to live there, who her parent's were, or why she had been chosen. She was raised by many different men and women who came and went throughout her early childhood, teaching and tutoring her about the world without and the power of black magic. She was taught to control others, men in particular, through the force of her will. And when she was old enough, she was taught about sex by dozens of men who would appear in her bed at night. She learned all the ways of fucking, how to please and be pleased. And when she was old enough, a few years ago, the men and women stopped coming. All except for the one, who took her to meet her destiny. She padded through the silent, empty house as she had done so many times before. She knew what had awakened her, the silent force that dragged her from her sleep. Sometimes she wouldn't hear the call for weeks. Other times, it was a nightly occurrence. She slid down the stairs, her naked body shivering at the chill of the night. She stood before the door, and willed it to unlock with her mind. The handle twisted and the door opened silently before her. She looked down the stairs, into the long, dark stairway that led deep under the house. The first time she had been shown this stairway, she had been lead by a silent man, dressed in strange, black robes, who had wordlessly demanded she follow him. She was very much a child then, perhaps sixteen or seventeen, though she never did know her own true age. He had led her down the stairs she would come to know so well, and to her master. Diana glided down the stairs, lit by smoky, fluttering candles. She had never once seen who was responsible for keeping the candles lit, but they were always dutifully attended. Diana drifted down to the deep basement, her feet flinching on the cold, stone floor. She looked longingly back up the stairs to her warm, waiting bed and sighed, turning into the dark, empty hallway that led to her destination. When she walked down that hall the very first time, she had no idea what awaited her, the position in life she would feel, or how happy she had become in filling it. Most of her life was total freedom. There was always money in the house, placed there mysteriously, and she never wanted for anything. She was free to do as she wished, that was the arrangement, except for nights like this when her master called. She had never seen the being that she served, not even that first night when she was brought to the strange, cold room she now entered and was first instructed of her life's work. Her master fed off the energy of others, the life forces of mortal people. It had discovered long ago that the simplest and most satisfying way to prey on mortals was to capture their energy when it was released during sex. Diana had been brought to the house as an infant and raised to provide that one, specific service for her master. She had brought countless and men and women here, using her talents to draw out the peak of their sexual energy to feed her master. Some died in the process, so entirely drained by the beautiful young woman. Many left so weak they could barely stand, and none left ever feeling quite the same. It never mattered to her if it was a man or a woman, who shared her bed, just how it never mattered to her master. They were both satisfied with either. Diana stepped into the room and peered around. The black stone floor and walls was a polished marble. Various tables stood about the room, holding flickering candles. She stepped forward into the strange pattern etched into the floor and knelt there, preparing herself for the coming of her master. She felt his presence flood into the room and braced herself as his ugly power slammed into her, almost knocking her to the ground. She gasped and fell on her hands for support, her chest on fire as his being filled her mind. He never spoke to her, not with words, but somehow she always knew exactly what his wishes were. Within moments it was gone. Diana slumped forward, choking into her arm as she fought for breath. When she had regained control of herself, she slowly found her feet and stared back into the hall with a smile. Tomorrow night would be fun. Her master was very hungry indeed. Diana smoothed her short dress as she stood in front of the busy nightclub. The rush of music and buzzing voices filtered into the air on the street, filling her with delighted anticipation. Her clothes were simple, to the point. She wore thigh high, black, spiked boots, and a one piece, very short black dress that clung to every form and curve that it covered. She wore no bra, and the excitement of the moment caused her nipples to poke at the thin fabric, clear to the many who looked. Most of the top of her breasts could be seen jiggling above the low neckline as she strutted to the front door. She slipped past the bouncer without even looking into his face and set to work. Some nights, she came to places like these on her own. She loved the feel of the clubs, the heat and rush of mingling bodies, the desire to let herself be trapped in the music. But tonight, she was on a mission. And tonight her master would need something very special to feed his appetite. She scanned the club with an expert eye, searching for something that would fulfill her demand. Her eyes locked on two men, both tall and fit, standing alone by the bar. Their eyes were everywhere that a woman could be seen, feasting, seeking. They were alone and looking for action this night. Diana smiled and licked her lips, her pussy on fire, as she slipped through the crowd towards them. She made her way to the bar and pressed herself in between them both. She looked long and hard into the eyes of one, then another, weaving her magic about them, capturing their minds. Their intentions were already set, and it took no effort at all to conform them to her. "Which one of you boys wants to buy me a drink?" she purred, batting her eyelids at them. They looked at each for a brief moment before both waved frantically at the bartender. She smiled to herself, feeling the wetness between her legs. One of them managed to order her a rye and coke, grinning triumphantly at his friend. "Here you go," he said as he handed it to her. She smiled at him, and slowly put the straw to her lips, sucking slowly. "My name's Rob," he said and outstretched his hand to her. Diana raised her own to shake it and suddenly thrust her body forward, his hand missing hers as it mashed into her breast. She blushed slyly and forced her chest into his hand for several moments before backing up. "I'm Diana," she said over the music as she shook hands with him. She looked over her shoulder at the other man and smiled. His hands were still at his side as she slid back and bumped her ass into one of them. His hand instantly cupped her cheeks. She saw his eyes widen as one of his fingers wiggled under her dress and stroked her wet cunt lips. "I'm Derek," he said barely loud enough to hear. Most nights, Diana enjoyed the hunt, teasing and toying with her playmates, her victims. But tonight, her master's hunger was great. She could feel in her body, driving her own desires. "Why don't we go someplace a little quieter where we can talk?" she asked shyly, her hand brushing Rob's arm. Derek's finger, uninhibited by any resistance from Diana, was now plunging into her wet cunt, slipping in past the second knuckle. The two men smiled at each other and led the dark haired beauty out of the club. Derek led the way a couple of blocks down to his waiting car. He unlocked and opened the door for her popping the auto unlocks button as he did. Rob climbed into the back seat behind her as Derek started up the engine and tore off down the street. "Did you have any place specific in mind?" Rob asked her from behind. "My place," she purred. "South of town, right off the highway. Derek made a few turns and got onto the main road before his hand found its way back between her thighs. She opened her legs and allowed his fingers to wiggle and caress her pussy lips. Rob leaned forward and started to kiss the side of her neck. She leaned her head back against him and moaned as he reached around her and cupped her large breasts in his hands. Rob could feel her hard nipples through her dress and pinched at them, causing her cunt to dribble on Derek's fingers. The two men smiled widely at one another. They had gone to the club that night expected to pick up. They were good looking men, and they both knew it, having scored numerous times. But this was a first for them, an eager, young slut willing to be taken by both of them. By the time they turned off onto the long road that lead to the old house, one strap of Diana's dress was down and Rob was working over her bare breast, kneading and stroking the large tit. Derek had three fingers inside of her soaking, gasping cunt hole, and was having a difficult time trying to stay on the road. Diana's hand was down the front of his pants, playing with his hard cock, tickling and teasing it with her fingers. They pulled into the driver and Diana wasted no time in hoping out. The two men followed close behind, exchanging lewd glances as she unlocked the front door. The house was dark with the curtains closed, and Diana grabbed them both by the hands to lead them to the large living room. She wandered around the room, lighting candles as she went, until it was basked in a soft, flickering hue. The room vas decorated in an old Victorian style, with extravagant couches and chairs, and plush rug on top of the hard wood floor. It had both a friendly appeal and a cold, uninviting presence. The two men stood awkwardly in the archway. "Make yourselves a drink," she whispered and pointed to the liquor cabinet. "I won't be long. I'm going to slip into something more comfortable." She smiled at them and slipped up the stairs. "How lucky are we?" Rob laughed as he grabbed a bottle of rye and poured himself a glass. Derek toyed with the various other liquors before settling on rye, himself. "We are going to have a night to remember, my friend." He raised his glass in salute and down it. While he refilled, Rob started to wander about the room, curious by all the various and strange antiques that sat on tables and the floor. He stopped in front of a particularly odd sculpture of a gargoyle. It was demonic in all respects, and sent a chill through his body as he looked into its life-like eyes. He turned away in time to see Diana step into the room. She was dressed in a sheer, blue satin teddy that hid none of her womanly features. Her bare cunt was puffy and glistened with moisture, and her hard nipples poked through the thin fabric. Four eyes locked hungrily on her body and she stepped into the room. She looked over them with amusement, as they stood frozen by her beauty and forwardness. Diana wiggled into the middle of the room, standing on one of the thick rugs. "Now, boys," she giggled. "Don't you think you'd be more comfortable over here with me?" They both set their drinks down and advanced on her. Derek reached her first, and proceeded to mash his mouth into hers. She opened her lips and eagerly sucked his tongue into her mouth. Rob stepped in behind her, his hands on her shoulders as he slipped the straps of her teddy over her arms and let it fall to the floor. His hands roamed her hips and ass as Derek continued to passionately tongue-kiss her. His hands lifted up to cup the massive tits that were squished between their bodies. He took as much as his outstretched hands could hold and squeezed them in delight, feeling their hard nipples press into his palms. Rob took a step back and tore off his shirt. His pants followed as he threw them to a heap on the floor and turned back to her ass. He fell to his knees and kissed and licked at her soft globes as his hands rubbed her inner thighs. She arched her hips back and spread legs to allow his fingers access to her dripping cunt as she continued to tongue kiss Derek. She was in heaven, sandwiched between these two aggressive men who thought themselves the predators. She moaned into Derek's mouth as Rob's index finger found her cunt hole and slowly wiggled inside of her. His entire finger entered with ease, and was soon followed by another as he began to finger fuck her, his digits slick with her juices. Diana groaned and slipped along Derek's body to her knees. Rob pressed into her back and started thrusting his fingers into her slick hole. She grunted and whined, growling as she pawed at Derek's belt, trying to pull it open in her shaky excitement. Derek smiled and jerked it open for her, allowing her to tug his pants down. His bulging cock pressed against his tight briefs as it forced against the tight material. She licked her lips and slid his underwear down, watching in glee as his seven-inch cock bobbed up in front of her. Her hand reached out and curled grasped the throbbing shaft as she closed her eyes and let the waves of pleasure fill her cunt from Rob's attentions. Derek looked down into her beautiful face and sighed. "Suck it," he breathed. "Suck my cock." She opened her eyes and smiled up at him. Rob shifted slightly and watched in cruel jealousy as she opened her mouth wide and slowly sucked her mouth around her cock. They both watched in awe as inch after inch of cock slipped into her mouth and down her throat. Without a single hesitation, she swallowed the entire thing, her nose buried in Derek's pubic hairs. Derek gasped, fight hard to resist the urge to cum on the spot. Rob grinned at them as he finger fucked her sweet cunt, then moved back behind her. He rolled onto his back wiggled around until his head was directly below her snatch. She moaned around Derek's large cock and lowered her hips until her pussy made contact with Rob's waiting mouth. He licked upwards, catching her lips with his tongue, hungrily lapping at her juices. Diana gasped so hard that Derek's cock slipped out her mouth. She wrapped her hand back around it and slowly jerked it off as Rob attacked her cunt with his mouth and tongue. He licked and tickled at her clit, teasing the swollen, puffy lips, tasting her delicious flavor. She purred and squirmed on his face, grinding her hips. At last, his tongue found the opening and plunged inside. "AHHHH!" she screamed as an orgasm spasmed through her. She squeezed her hand around Derek's cock and pulled hard, causing him to cry out in pain as she flooded Rob's face and mouth with her orgasm fluids. Rob licked and drank all she could give him, drinking from the sweetest of wells. Her cries slowly turned to moans, then quiet grunts as she came down from the high. "OOOOHHHH!" she moaned as Rob climbed out from under her, his face glistening in the candlelight. She turned and looked at Rob with a wink, before sucking Derek's cock back into her mouth. Rob sat back a moment to watch as time after time she swallowed his friends prick, from the tip of the head to the base. She spit the entire thing out and turned it upwards, licking and chewing at his balls, sucking one, then both, into her mouth, rolling them with her tongue. Derek's eyes were closed tight as sweat formed on his body. She chewed and bit around his dick, nipping at the skin of his thigh and stomach, before swallowing his cock whole again. Rob could take no more. He climbed in behind her and aimed his cock as her now glistening cunt hole. He lined it up and thrust his hips forward. Seven and a half inches of cock slid with ease through her well-greased hole as he buried himself to the hilt. He grabbed her hips and started slamming himself into her. Diana grunted with each thrust and timed her sucking to coincide with his fucking. Every time Rob banged into her hole she forced her mouth down around Derek's cock. Before long, she had a perfect rhythm, sucking and fucking in perfect time. Rob reached underneath her, his own body glistening with sweat, and locked his fingers around her nipples and pinched hard. "OH, YESSSSS!" she screamed, spitting Derek's cock from her mouth. Rob felt her cunt walls crush down upon his cock as was halted by her sudden and massive orgasm that ripped through her body. She dropped to her elbows, her fists clenched in tight balls, as her body shivered and jerked. She opened her eyes and sighed, looking back at Rob with gratitude and lust. "Come here," she said as she pulled off of his cock. She dragged Derek to the rug, and pushed him onto his back, his cock standing at full attention. Wordlessly, she straddled his hips and lowered herself onto his waiting dick. Derek sighed as he felt the wet, velvety softness of her cunt envelop his cock. He could feel her juices leak and dribbled down the crack of his ass as started to slowly sway on his cock. Diana grabbed Rob by the hips and guided to her side. She opened her mouth and eagerly licked her own wetness from his shaft before sucking it into her mouth, humming on the shaft as it sank down her throat. Both men closed their eyes and gave themselves to the moment. They were both creatures of control, of dominance, but this woman's hunger, her drive, was more than they had ever seen. They gave themselves to her and the moment they were at. They would let her fuck them as she wished so long as she never stopped making them feel that good. Diana slowly started bounced on Derek's cock, but it was the one in her mouth that caught her full attention. She wanted his cum; she wanted his taste in her mouth. She felt the hunger from deep within her, the hunger that always started from without, from another source and attack his cock with a vengeance. She bobbed her head, sucking it until Rob thought the very skin would suck free. His fingers dug into her head. "Suck it," he gasped as her head jerked back and forth over his cock faster than his hand ever had. "Suck my cock." He felt his orgasm building in waves as the cum swelled from his balls. Her mouth was like nothing he had ever known as it attacked his cock, slurping and sucking. His whole body tingled in ecstasy as he felt a warm, pleasurable glow surround him. His cock begged for release, her mouth demanded it; some thing else commanded it. His eyes suddenly snapped wide open as his balls emptied into her mouth in spurt after spurt of thick cum. She sucked around his cock, letting her mouth fill with his cum before swallowing it, and sucking for more. Rob gurgled and fell to the floor with a thud, lying motionless after the blowjob. Derek neither noticed nor cared. All he knew was the wonderful heat and pressure that was igniting every nerve in his cock. He groaned and twisted under her and she bent low and suddenly thrust her tongue into his open mouth. He returned the kiss, grabbing the back of her head and pressing her face into his. She moaned and ground her hips into his, forcing even more of his cock into her. Diana broke the kiss and settled back on him. Her cunt burned, on fire with her lust and her master's hunger. She needed to cum again. She needed to cum around his cock, and feel his hot sperm flood her pussy. She pressed her hands into his chest and started to raise her hips up and down. The voiceless presence screamed in her head, driving her on as her slow bouncing turned into desperate pounded. She howled and screamed, her large tits flopping against her chests in erratic eroticism as she fucked Derek's hard cock. Derek's groaned and grunted, his hands locked on her hips, trying to make her move even faster as he opened his eyes and looked at her. Her body was covered in sweat, her tits bounced and jiggled. His balls were churning like a raging sea against a sea wall, slamming into the barrier, looking for a place to burst through in a flood of needed release. Huntress Diana positioned herself to give the boys a good view as the two girls licked and sucked the man's cock back to life. He moaned and growled at the double action that was making him feel young again. Diana deep throated his cock as his daughter licked at his balls, causing electric shocks to leap through his groin and into his body. Diana glanced over and saw some of his cum leaking down the girl's thigh. She pulled her mouth off his cock with a sucking pop and licked her licks. The girl wasn't even sure of what was happening as Diana tackled her and threw her to her back. She grabbed her by the knees as forced her legs as wide apart as they would go, her tongue darting deep into her cum filled pussy. She gasped, then moaned, as Diana drank at her mixed cunt. The man, after watching the scene for a while, was more than ready to go again. He watched as she dug her nails into Diana's head and came, biting her lip to keep from crying out. He stood up and kneeled down behind her. Diana never slowed as she licked away at the girl's cunt, but thrust her ass in the air, giving him better access to her. He aimed the head at her pussy lips and hunched forward, forcing himself deep inside. Even from there, she could hear the boys' murmurs as they watched and moaned into the girl's cunt. He locked his hands around her hips as started slamming his cock into her. This new stimulation sent his daughter over the edge again as she watched him fuck this woman who was eating her out. She cried out, no longer able to hold back. Diana groaned and drank her juices, but when he reached down beneath her to grab her breasts, she arched her back and howled. Her pussy was on fire as it flexed and tugged around the cock inside of her. The girl watched them in a hazy, half-asleep awe that only increased her notion that this was all a dream. The man watched his cock thrust in and out of the soaking pussy, glistening with her juices. His hands locked on her tits, and he banged her like a dog, fast and furious. Diana started squealing as her orgasm built deep within her. Suddenly, her cunt tightened around his cock. He gasped, afraid she would tear it off as she cried out into the afternoon air. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," She chanted as the orgasm overtook her. "FUCK ME!" Her cunt squeezed down even tighter as she howled, her entire body taken with wave after wave of pleasure. He felt his balls explode, sucked out by the force of her orgasm, and he grunted, cumming deep within her. He collapsed on top of her, and the two of them crashed to the ground, where they lay spent, for many long minutes. They touched others fevered flesh in a happy threesome, lovingly caressing the other in thankful praise. Finally, Diana composed herself and slowly pulled away. She climbed back into her dress, not caring that cum dribbled down her legs, and smiled at the two. "I'm afraid that I have to leave," she purred at them with a wink. "My hour is almost up and your wife and son will be back soon." He was only half-aware of what she was saying to him, lost in his own dream state of release. "But I will a present for them to find." She bent down close and kissed the man on the cheek. Whispering in his ear she said, "You will thank me for this later." Smoothing her dress she walked out of the grove right passed where the boys still hide. She stopped beside them and looked into their eyes. "She's pretty hot, isn't she," she teased them. She smiled and looked deeper. "She yours for the taken. Go get her." She watched as the boys scrambled into the clearing and descended on the startled girl. Diana smiled and walked away. She passed by the mother and son as they walked blissfully unaware back to the grove. She smiled and nodded at them, then burst out laughing as they were gone. Diana awoke with a start, her mind desperately trying to determine what it was that had awakened her. She heard it again, a sound that she had heard so rarely that it had become foreign to her: the doorbell. Her mind playfully tried to remember the last time that it had rung, many years ago. It was a salesman, she thought, a few years back. He didn't know what hit him- Ding-dong. She groaned wishing whoever it was would go away. Ding-dong, ding-dong. With a sigh, she rolled out of bed and threw on the closest robe she could. She stumbled her way down the stairs to the front door. The floor was cold on her bare feet and by the time she opened the door, a dangerous glare was in her eyes. She opened it and looked out and up into the dark eyes of a strikingly handsome man. He was tall and dark, dressed in casual pants and a sports jacket, which he filled out quite nicely. The sun gleamed off of the badge that he wore at his belt. The man's eyes nearly fell out of their sockets as he stared down at the woman before. She was alarmingly beautiful. Her hair was messed, like she had just gotten up, and she wore a short, completely see through nightgown that did absolutely nothing to hide her erotic figure, and everything to enhance it. "Well," she snapped, still longing to return to her bed. He took a step back, shocked that she had spoken and cleared his throat nervously. "Sorry to bother you at this early hour, ma'am," he started, trying to sound polite and mask what he was really feeling. "I'm Officer Doug Rainer, and I'm investigating the disappearance of two men. I have reason to believe that you might have knowledge of their whereabouts." "And what reason would those be," she sighed. He pulled two pictures from his inside pocket and showed them to her. "Have you seen either of these two men before?" She looked at them briefly, then more closely. It had only been three days since she had brought the pair home for a night of sex, but already they had been lost from her mind. She fought to remember, at last recalling how they had met their end. "Yeah, I've seen them." She took a step back. "Why don't you come in. My name is Diana." He looked at her suspiciously for a moment, then stepped inside as she shut the door behind her. She led him into the living room where the two men that he was searching had met their fate not long ago. She offered him a seat and sat down in one of the plush chairs. "Nice place you have here," he remarked, looking over the decor. She said nothing, only watched him, entrapping every detail to her memory. He was very handsome, well built, if she judged right, with a deep, clear voice, and healthy, sparkling eyes. She felt her pussy twitch. Doug shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. "So, about the two men..." "Yes, I've seen them before," she shrugged, still staring at him. "When was the last time that you saw them?" "A couple of nights ago. I picked them up at a bar, brought them home and fucked them." She checked a smile as Doug's eyes widened. "Then they left, and I haven't seen them since. That's how it works, one night stands." Doug nodded. "What time did they leave?" "I don't know. It was late." "Did they drive or take a cab." "They had a car." Doug pretended to write it all down, but was staring at her body. Only in his dreams had he seen a woman so perfect. She was ravishing. He licked his lips, trying to concentrate on his job. Diana smiled and raised an eyebrow, wondering just how big his cock was. She decided that she needed to find out, and looked deep into his dark eyes, seeking his will. Suddenly, she stopped herself. She didn't need to do that, not with him. She could take him easily, then and there. Diana rose from the chair, her breasts bouncing in the loose garment. Doug started to rise, as well, unsure of her intentions, but her look froze him in place. She walked over to stand in front of him and looked down into his face, her eyes twinkling. She took the book from his hand and laid it down beside him. He was about to speak when she dropped down between his legs, her hands seeking his belt. Doug stared at her, dumbfounded. What was he doing, what was he thinking? He shouldn't be doing this, allowing this to happen, not like this. Diana fumbled around his belt and pulled it open. Looking into his eyes, she unsnapped his pants and pulled the zipper down. Doug resisted as she tried to pull his pants down. His cock twitched and strained against his tight garments, but his brain was screaming not to let that happen. He felt her hot hand slide up beneath his shirt, rubbing against his firm stomach. He gasped and moaned, his cock winning the battle hands down as he raised his hips and allowed to pull his pants and underwear down over his knees in one, sure action. Diana's eyes widened in delight and she licked her lips as she looked at the cock bobbing in front of her. It was huge, at least eight inches, and probably more. She reached out and took it in her hand, marveling at how her hand couldn't grasp around the entire girth. It was thick and well shaped, pointing straight at her face. Doug remained frozen, staring at the young woman as she licked her lips again and moved her mouth in for the attack. She snaked out her long tongue and licked at the head, purring as she felt the velvety skin. "Ahhhh, yessss," Doug moaned at the initial contact. His cock felt ready to explode at the thought of this gorgeous woman sucking his cock. With a surge of self-control, he leaned back at watched, letting this moment take him. Diana licked her way down the shaft, savoring the flavor of his flesh. She cupped his balls with one hand while she wrapped the other around his cock. She lifted his penis against his belly and rolled the balls in her fingers. Diana wrapped her index finger and thumb around the top of his sack, forcing the balls together as she leaned down and licked at them, purring. Doug grasped at the cushions of the couch, his fingers digging in as he fought to maintain control of himself. He was certain that he would cum when Diana sucked both his balls into her mouth and rolled them around with her tongue. Thankfully, she teased him slowly and the torture did not last long before she spit them out, covered in saliva and licked her way back up the other side of his shaft. She looked up into his eyes and opened her mouth wide. Doug stared as he saw the head disappear into her mouth. "Oh yes," he moaned as he felt her tongue dabbing at his cock head. "Suck me, suck my cock." Diana started making strange whimpering sounds as she took a few more inches into her mouth. It filled her up, making her choke, but she wanted more. Slowly, she withdrew until just the head was in her mouth, then bobbed down hard, sucking nearly half his cock inside. Again, she pulled back, and plunged her head down until she could feel his massive cock slide down her throat. She continued to push until her nose bumped against his stomach and held him there. Doug could only stare as wave after wave of intense pleasure coursed through him. Never had a woman every swallowed his entire cock like that before. "God," he whispered. "Suck me, Diana. Suck me off. Eat my cum." Diana giggled around his cock and slowly slid her mouth off of it. She stroked her hand up and down the wet shaft, looking into his eyes again before sucking him back into her mouth. She started with a slow, steady rhythm, bobbing her head up and down on the first few inches of his cock. Doug's legs twitched as his hands rested on her head. Her sucking increased, filling the air with heavy slurping noises as she bobbed her head up and down on his entire length. Her hands rested on his inner thighs, playing with the skin as her nails dug into his flesh. "Fuck," Doug growled, his eyes clamped shut. He was close, every nerve in his cock electrified by this woman's mouth. "Ahhhhh! I'm cumming!" He screamed. "Eat my cum, you bitch!" Doug's hands squeezed against Diana's head as his entire body tensed. She sucked him all the way down her throat and felt the first spurt of his hot cum shoot down his mouth. More and more of this thick, gooey cum erupted into her throat and she pulled back just enough to allow him to cum in her mouth. She was amazed at how much cum shot from his balls, threatening to spill out of her mouth. She rolled the cum around with her tongue, savoring the flavor, before begrudgingly swallowing it all. She kept the cock in her mouth until she felt it slowly start to deflate. Licking it completely clean, she popped it out of her mouth and slowly stood up and took a few steps back. Doug was lying on the couch, gasping for breath, his eyes glazed after receiving the blowjob of his life. He looked into her eyes with awe and admiration. Diana leaned back against a wall and watched him in silence, smiling playfully. Blinking hard, trying to regain his strength, Doug finally stood up and pulled up his pants. He hastily tucked in his shirt, shifting uncomfortably under her stares. He pulled out a card from his jacket pocket and set it on a nearby table. "That has my number on it," he said, hoarsely, trying to sound professional. "Call me if you remember anything else about the last time you saw those men." Diana smiled at him, but said nothing. He waited a moment longer, unsure of what else to say, and quietly left. Diana walked across the room and scooped up the card, caressing it longingly. Yes, she would call him, very soon. Very soon, indeed. Diana left the club thoroughly disappointed. Her master has called upon her again, demanding to be fed. That was the third club she had left. Dress in a very short, black leather skirt, a black push-up bra with a sheer blouse over top, she could have had any man in the place. But not any man would do. She didn't know what was wrong, but when she searched for a victim, she found herself comparing him to the cop, Doug. She shook her head. She couldn't get him out of her head. It was very annoying. Diana suddenly doubled over and slumped against the wall of a building, pain wracking her body. Her master was hungry, and demanded satisfaction. She grunted and slowly straightened herself as the pain subsided and continued on down the street. Her master was not as choosy as she was, and she would have to find something soon. She saw a group of guys approaching, five in all. They were young men, about her age, and no doubt were heading for the club she had just left. As she approached them, she heard their chatter silence as all eyes fell upon her. She looked into their minds as they passed by her, planting a simple desire, a command that they would all be happy to follow. She felt them stop as they passed her and turn around. She could hear their footsteps as they pursued her. She increased her speed, heart racing at the thrill of the chase. A quick glance behind her showed them to be closing fast. She tried to hurry, despite her high heels, forcing the men to run to catch up to her. Diana, in a pretend panic, turned and ran down a dark, empty alleyway. She gulped hard as she discovered that the alley ended in a brick wall a hundred feet down. She turned back to the entrance, looking for escape, but the only way out was through the five men that marched down the silent alley after her. She grinned in the darkness and licked her lips, pressing her back against the wall for support. "What do we have here?" one of them said as they got closer to her. "Fuck the club," another said as he broke from the group and approached her. "Looks like we're all going to get lucky tonight." He stood in front of Diana and reach out to grab the back of her neck, she flinched at his touch, whimpering in fear, and he mashed his lips into hers. When he broke the kiss, Diana slapped him across the face. The man cursed while his friends started to laugh and Diana made a weak attempt to slip by them. The man held his cheek for a second, stunned, before bringing his fist down hard into the side of her face. She saw stars, and fought to keep conscious and the man flung her back to the wall. "Bitch," he spat at her. He unbuckled his pants as the others watched and urged him. Grabbing Diana by the hair, he forced her face into her groin, jabbing his hardening cock against her closed lips. "Open wide, bitch," he screamed at her, tightening his fist in warning. She flinched, cowering before him, but reluctantly opened her mouth. As soon as there was an opening, the man forced his cock deep within her mouth. It wasn't large, and she handled its size easily, sucking it into her mouth even as she appeared to resist. He turned to the others that still watched. "Hey, she sucks dick good," he laughed. "I bet she's a good fuck too. Come on guys." The others needed no other encouragement as they removed their pants and shorts, setting them down on the cleanest things they could find in the dirty alley. The first one done jumped to her side and started pawing her tit through her bra. "She's got hug tits, man," he gasped as he tore at the flimsy fabric of the shirt. By then, another had joined him at the other side of her, while Diana was continuously fed the first man's cock. She licked and sucked with more enthusiasm, loving the rough attention that her tits were receiving. Between the two men kneeling beside her, they managed to tear her bra completely off, exposing her breasts for their view. There was a collective gasp as they stared at the perfect tits that flopped against her chest. Soon, hands were all over her body, rubbing and pinching and pulling at her flesh. She moaned, in total heaven. Another man pushed at the one in her mouth. "Hey, I want a turn." The first man grunted, still fucking her mouth, and finally pulled out with a wet plop. "Take her, I want a piece of her cunt, anyway." The man eagerly shoved his cock into her waiting mouth. It was larger than the first she noted happily. But it wasn't as large as Doug's cock. She wouldn't, suddenly, why she would compare this cock to his, but didn't have time to consider it as she felt hands lifting her short skirt up around her waist. Her thong panties were torn free, and fingers felt at her wet pussy lips, trying to our race the others to get inside. "Damn she's wet," the man smiled. "Turn her on her back. I want to fuck her." The man in her mouth grunted. "No way, I'm not done yet." He continued to fuck his cock into her mouth and throat as she sucked him deeply. "Come on, stop hogging her." "Fuck you, I'm not done." "Hey guys," one of others said. "Bring her over here." He waved them over to where he stood beside a pile of garbage bags. The others got the hint and dragged her over. They threw her down face first against the garbage pile. She wrinkled her nose at the stench, then cringed as she felt the rotten garbage rubbing into her skin. They were on her instantly. A new man shoved his cock into her mouth and started to pump into her. Bent at the waist, she was an easy access for the others. She couldn't see who was going to fuck her first, but as she felt the smallish cock enter her she was sure that is was the first man. The one in her mouth didn't last long, and soon she could feel him tense and start to cum. But instead of letting her taste him, he pulled out and jerked his cock hard. She saw the first of the blobs of cum burst from his cock and splatter on he face. He barely had a chance to recover before another man took his place. "Ah man," he yelled. "Ya made a mess all over her." But that did not deter him as Diana soon felt his cock bumping against her lips. She opened up again and sucked him deep inside. She heard grunting behind her as the man fucking her increased his tempo, wildly banging into her ass. He suddenly stopped, and she felt hot cum burst into her pussy. He was literally dragged out of her as another man moved in. Diana came for the first time as the man buried himself to the hilt within her. She lost track of time as these five men fuck her. As soon as her mouth or pussy was vacant, another cock was ready to take the place. All she knew was her orgasms had been many and powerful, rushing through her body as overwhelmed her. They had all cum at least twice, and she knew that it was more than her power that spurned them on. Her master was feeding well that night. As the last of them came on her face and wearily pulled out, only to slump on the ground, she felt a cock still in her cunt. The last man still conscious rolled her over onto the garbage and climbed on top of her. He spread her legs apart and shoved himself into her. Diana marveled at his resiliency as he began to pump himself into her. She looked into his face, and saw only a blank stare as he fucked her, banging into her again and again. With a grunt, he pulled out and came, his spurts shooting out and landing on her breasts and stomach. As the last blob of cum land on her, he slumped back against the wall. They were all alive, she noted with a smile. With a satisfied grunt Huntress She looked down at herself and giggled. What a sight she looked, covered in rotting garbage and cum. Her skirt had been torn apart sometime during the gangbang. She went through the men's clothes, finding a smaller pair of pants and a shirt and slipped into them. She wiped the cum from her face and hair and wandered back down out of the alley. He master would no doubt be satisfied for weeks after that. Humming happily to herself, she went to the curb to flag down a cab. Diana lounged in her vast, empty house an evening nearly a week later. Her master had been blissfully quiet in her mind, leaving to herself. But, she noted with a sigh, she had not had sex since that night in the alley. She wanted sex, was horny for a cock to fill her up, for the taste of cum, but every time that she tried to go out, she was frozen by the image of a face of one man. Ever since that day that he came to her house, Diana could not shake the thought of Officer Doug Rainer. With a glass of wine in hand, she played with the card he had given her and thought back to how she had sucked his cock in the very spot that she now sat. Biting her lip she picked up the phone and dialed. "Doug Rainer? Its Diana... You know which Diana. I have some more information about those two men. I'd like to speak to you about, tonight. You know the address." She hung up before he could reply. But she knew that he would come; no one had ever resisted her before. Smiling happily, she scurried upstairs to prepare. The doorbell rang almost an hour later, as predicted. Diana smiled to herself in the mirror and sauntered to the front door, her high heels clicking against the hardwood floor. She flung the door open and watched in delight as Doug's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. His heart skipped a beat, then pounded painfully as he stared at the gorgeous creature before him. She wore an outfit right out of every man's wet dreams. Thigh high, black vinyl boots with two-inch heels covered much of her legs, leaving only her tender thighs visible. She wore a black leather thong that covered nothing of her ass and little of her cunt. As his eyes roamed over her, he noted that the thong had a strange system of snaps over the crotch, and realized that the entire section could be easily pulled away. A rubber corset covered her upper body, forcing most of her breasts up towards her face. The faintest hint of nipple could be seen trying to burst free of the confines. A spiked collar adorned her neck, as ornamental bracelets were on her wrists. She had painted her face with blood-red lipstick and dark eyeliner, accented her already mystifying face in all the best ways. She wore elbow length vinyl gloves with the fingers removed. Her long nails were freshly painted, black as night. She smiled. "Why don't you come inside, Officer Rainer," she whispered to him, gesturing for him to enter. Doug was uncertain of her tone, playful and mocking. "Thank you," Doug was able to answer after roughly clearing his throat. "You said that you had some information for me." He tried not to look at her and concentrate on the task at hand. "Did I?" Diana started to weave her power, then stopped herself. Old habits were hard to break, she told herself. But she doubted that she needed any control to take what she wanted from him. And that would be all the better. She shut the door and brushed past him, leading the way into the living room. "Why don't we sit down and get more comfortable?" she asked with an impish grin. Doug nodded, less afraid of apprehending murders than he was of this woman at this moment. Diana sat down close to him. He could her heat, smell her body as she moved closer. Her smile made Doug's leap in a painful shock. She leaned in close to him, and slowly licked out, the tip of her tongue grazing his cheek. Shivers ran up and down his spine as he shuddered at her touch. She turned and led the way. Doug followed, staring at her perfectly shaped ass as it wiggled with every step. He looked into the living room questionably as Diana walked right past it, leading them towards the back of the house. His eye locked back on her ass with longing as he followed without comment. Diana led them through a vaulted archway and down a dark set of stairs. Doug grasped the wall for support, marveling at how Diana was able to maneuver in the near total darkness in her high heels. His hand rested reassuringly on the gun at his side as his eyes strained to focus in the darkness. He reached the bottom and waited by the stairs, still unable to see. "Diana?" he whispered. A dim light flashed in the room, causing Doug to start. He spotted Diana across the room, standing by a fuse box. What he saw between himself and her filled him with a curious dread. There were several tables set at various angles, all crisscrossed with straps and buckles. Chains and shackles hung from the walls and ceiling, and bizarre, leather apparatus swayed from their supports. In a display case against one wall was a vast collection of knives, from antique to contemporary. Lining another was, hanging from hooks and pins, were instruments of torture: leather bonds, hoods, gags, whips, crops, clamps, and assorted other items that Doug could not even begin to describe. A pair of antique cabinets remained closed near him, their contents blissfully hidden from his sight. Every instinct that Doug had shouted that this was an evil room, its purpose the ruthless torture of others. But deep inside, Doug knew an even harsher truth; it was a room of pleasurable pain. Diana strolled towards him, caressing the various tables lovingly. "Pain is only one step removed from pleasure," she whispered and she stepped up to him. "And pain can often be so much sweeter." She walked a circle around him, licking his neck as she passed. Just being so close to him set her body on fire and sent her heart fluttering. She stopped behind him and reached around his chest. With a gentle tug, she slipped his jacket over his shoulders and threw it aside. Doug turned his head and tried to find her lips with his, but she pulled back and continued her walk around him. Standing in front of him, she looked into his eyes and, one by one, unbuttoned the front of his shirt. Doug helped her take it off and watched it as it fell beside his jacket on the floor. He leaned in close and licked on of his nipples, but when he tried to touch her, quickly backed away. Doug saw the game for what it was becoming; he didn't know if he was ready for where he was certainly about to go. Diana smiled a smile of pure evil and licked her lips. Her hand went to his hip where it found his side arm. Doug tried to take a step back, but she was surprisingly strong and held him firm. Every instinct, every moment of training her had received to do his duty told him that this woman was dangerous, not to allow her to take his gun. He tried to resist, to fend himself from this violation as she took his gun from him, but the dangerous glare in her eyes froze his intentions. She pulled it from his holster and held it in front of him triumphantly. In that one, simple act, she had beaten him, stealing his will and pride. He was now ready to play her game. Diana looked the gun over, staring down the barrel, before licking it like a cock. Doug stared wide-eyed; they both knew that it was loaded. She opened her mouth and slowly slid the barrel into her mouth, sucking it deeply. Doug gasped, remembering all too well the ability of this woman's mouth. Smiling, she tossed the gun idly to the floor. Doug cringed as it clanked loudly on the cement floor. Diana walked over to one wall and pulled something. Smiling wickedly she marched back over to him. At first he thought is was a whip, but as she drew nearer, she saw it wasn't a whip, but a collar, attached to a leash. She walked straight up to him, and before he could react, before he could find the desire to react, she slipped the collar around his neck and locked it in place. "Now," she whispered in his ear as she finished with the collar, "you belong to me." She backed away and jerked sharply at the leash. He grunted, resisting, still uncertain if this was a game that he was ready to play. Diana glared at him, anger flashing in her dark eyes, and tugged again. Doug marveled at her strength as she pulled him off balance and forced him to stagger forward. She smiled triumphantly and dragged the helpless man to the center of the room. She halted beneath a set of shackles hanging from the wall and grabbed one of his wrists. Daring him to resist her, she stared into his eyes as she lifted his arm and locked his wrist into the shackle. Doug shifted nervously, his feet bumping into two metal rings that were attached to the floor. Slowly, she raised the other, pleased at his compliance. Although, she did believe he would put up more of a fight. He must be a true submissive at heart, she mused gleefully as she looked her captive over. Diana opened the glass display case and pulled out a wicked looking dagger, edged on both sides. She teased the point into her fingertip, and Doug could see a faint trail of blood roll onto the blade as she stalked him. She played the knife across Doug's chest. He flinched and tried to pull away, but the bounds held him in place. She dragged the point across his skin, leaving a thin trail of her blood on his chest. She moved it down across his stomach, and he flinched as she tilted it and slid it inside his pants along his hip. Without warning she dragged it down the hem of his pants, tearing the fabric with ease almost to his knee. "What are you doing?" he snarled as he twisted to get a look at his ruined pants that were starting to slide down his body. She raised her eyebrows at him. "I'll do whatever I wish to you, slave," she hissed back. "And you will thank me for everything that I do!" "Alright," he said in what Diana thought was a condescending tone. "Enough is enough. Unlock me." Diana shrugged and slipped the knife into the waistband on the other side, tearing it down to the knee as before. Doug tried to struggle, but was afraid of the blade cutting him. When she pulled away, he tried to kick at her, but got tangled up in the tattered garment and tripped, dropping all of his weight onto his arms. He winced in pain as the shackles cut into his flesh and looked up at Diana, enraged. She looked down at him with an expression he could not define. "Don't try and defy me slave," she whispered dangerously. "Untie me!" Doug demanded again, shouting at her. Diana shook her head, almost sadly and looked Doug straight in the eye. Doug flinched under her gaze, quivering at her stare. She grabbed a handful of his underwear and sliced it with the knife, leaving him naked except his shoes and socks. Diana looked down at him, amused but by the sight. She moved in so close that Doug could feel her heat. She licked out and kissed his naked chest, licked her tongue across one of his nipples. Slowly, she kissed down his body, licking and playing at his stomach. His cock rose to full erection almost immediately, but she kissed around it, moving down his thigh to his knee. She softly bit into the flesh of his inner thigh, then reached out and pulled at his leg. Lifting it off the ground, she pulled his shoe and sock off. He let her take the other leg and do the same. Standing, she looked down at him approvingly. Doug watched her ass with longing as she walked away from him to one of the benches. She grabbed two sets of what Dug could tell here ankle-cuffs, used in prisoner transfer. He looked down, suddenly remembering the iron rings on the floor. She caught his eyes and made him follow her gaze all the way to the floor. Without a word, she locked one of his ankles and attached it a ring on the floor. Grabbing the other leg, she did the same until he was securely in place. Doug swallowed hard, wondering how in the name of Hell he had allowed himself to be taken like that and watched her as she walked to one wall. Grabbing a lever, she pushed it up. Doug heard the sound of gears turning then a sharp jerk on his chained arms. Diana watched until the chains pulled his arms tight, and cut the slack from his legs without pulling him off the ground before stopping the gears. She smiled and slowly stalked back to him. "My slave has been a bad boy," she whispered as she licked his cheek. "My slave needs to be taught who is in command here." Doug struggled to turn around and see what was doing as she disappeared behind him. He heard movement behind him, and then cracking snaps a split instant before he felt a searing pain lance across his ass cheeks. He howled as the whip left an ugly welt to grow on his ass cheeks. The whip cracked again, and he bit into his lip, drawing blood, to keep from screaming. Again he could feel the welt growing on his ass along side the first. Diana raised her eyebrows. There were not many that could hold back a scream from her whip. She walked in front of him and saw a tear streaming down his cheek as he glared at her in silence, trying to keep control of himself. She wiped the tear away with her finger and licked it, tasting the salty flavor. "Has my slave learned his lesson?" she asked. Doug glared at her, but slowly nodded. His eyes widened as she pulled the whip back and cracked it towards his midsection. He screamed in agony as it smacked down in the tender area just above his cock, searing his skin. He grunted, his breathing ragged as tears flowed freely. "Has my slave learned his lesson?" she repeated, irritated. "Yes," Doug hissed through clenched teeth. "Yes what?" "Yes, mistress," he choked. Diana smiled. "I'm afraid that I do not believe you, slave." Doug's eyes widened, glancing fearfully at the whip, but she was already walking away. She tossed the whip aside and returned with an assortment of items. Placing the handful on the floor, she carefully selected the first two. As Doug looked down at her, he was surprised and amazed to see that his cock was still fully erect. He felt Diana's hands on his sides as she rose and looked into his face, slowly moving up to his chest. Her eyes moved to her hands and Doug's eyes followed just in time to see her snap a small set of toothed clamps on both of his small nipples. "AHHH, fucking bitch," he screamed as the pain rushed straight to his brain. He jerked himself violently, trying to shake them free, but to no avail. When he finally stopped, Diana flecked at on of the clamps, sending a new series of pain through his chest. He promptly held his body still, and Diana nodded. "Good slave," she cooed. "And I am a fucking bitch, but it is not for my slave to say." Doug watched fearfully as she bent down and picked up a candle and lighter. She lit the wick and smiled at him as she watched the candle slowly start to melt the wax. She tilted it slightly and they both watched as the wax dripped, drop by drop, onto the cold floor. Slowly, painfully slowly, she brought the candle closer to his exposed stomach. The flame burned his bare flesh as she practically pressed the candle into him. Looking straight into his eyes, she tilted the candle again. Doug closed his eyes and braced himself. He gasped, clamping his teeth tightly together as the wax dripped onto the fresh welt on his stomach. Tears welled in his eyes and leaked through the tightly clamped lids as she poured the melted wax onto his skin. He felt the pain ease and opened his eyes to see Diana looking downward, regarding him curiously. He looked down to see, but some miracle, that his cock was still hard. Diana moved the candle over his cock and tipped it before Doug could scream his protest. He held his breath, not daring to even gasp a short breath, as the sweet pain coursed through his cock and into his body. He watched in morbid fascination as the wax hit his cock and hardened in soft layers. Diana smiled and blew out the candle. "You did good, slave," she laughed. "Most men cry out at my candle's touch." She tossed the candle aside and looked him over. "You shall be rewarded. She walked back to the lever and lowered the chains in the ceiling. Doug felt the slack and allowed his arms to relax. Diana gauged the distance and snapped the lever back into place. Doug flexed and rubbed his arms, stiffened already from the short term in the shackles. Diana walked back over to him, her heels clicking loudly on the floor as she slowly advanced on him. "On your knees, slave," she ordered. Doug looked at her questionable for a moment, and only a moment as the all too familiar anger flashed in her eyes. Slowly, he lowered himself until her kneeled on the cold floor before her. She smiled down at him. Reaching in between her legs, Diana grabbed the snaps at her crotch. With a popping click, she tore the crotch away, leaving her bare and wet pussy exposed and inches from his face. He inhaled her musky-sweet fragrance, his mouth watering. Diana tilted his head back and pushed at his shoulders, forcing him to sit on his heels. Raising one shapely leg, she lifted it over his shoulder, resting her thigh on the side of his neck. She hopped a light step forward, pushing her cunt into his face and whispered, "Eat my cunt, slave. Make me cum." Happily, eagerly, in an intoxicated daze, Doug opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, licking at the wetness that appeared on her pussy lips. He lapped at her juices, savoring the taste of her, moaning softly into her hole. Diana purred and ground her crotch harder into his face, almost suffocating him as she tried to force his head into her cunt. Doug lapped as fast as he could, his entire tongue exposed as he licked from the base of her pussy to her clit. Diana shivered and moaned with each lick, her nails digging into Doug's scalp. But he didn't notice. That pain was unfelt as other parts of his body throbbed painfully and sweetly. All he knew was the feast before him, and goal to satisfy his mistress. Doug straightened his tongue and pushed it inside of her cunt as deep as it would go. Like a small cock, he began to fuck her cunt with his tongue, her juices flowing freely with every thrust. Diana gasped and moaned, writhing as the sensations overwhelmed her. He was good, very good. She felt her orgasm rising quickly, and started humped against his face, meeting each thrust of his tongue. Her swollen lips sucked around his mouth with every matched thrust, making small popping sounds as they broke each embrace. Doug heard her whimpering incoherently and suddenly shudder as he continued. His nails bit into the flesh of his scalp, drawing fresh blood as a rush of her sweet juices flowed into his mouth. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," was all Doug could make out as she whimpered and moaned and screamed, bucking wildly on his face as she came. Her juices leaked down his face as he ate at her as best he could while she struggled around his head. Doug was beginning to think that she would never come down when she finally came to a rest, dropping her weight on his shoulder. Her body, covered with sweat, quivered, as she fought to regain control. She crawled down to her knees and licked at his, kisses her juices from his wet and shiny face. She kissed his lips deeply, sucking at his mouth, demanding his tongue. Diana's hand reached down and found his cock and she started pumping it as she sucked on his face. Doug groaned, the sweet pain of his wounds burning in an erotic tingle that he had never experienced before. Diana bit playfully at Doug's lips and slowly got to her feet. She scurried back to the lever and pushed up, watching anxiously as it tightened, then pulled, at Doug's arms. He tugged at the chains, looking at Diana with his eyes wide and pleading. Diana only smiled and let the chains lift him until he was fully stretched once again. She had to force herself not to run as she made her way back to him. Kissing his face, Diana suddenly hopped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. Doug grunted and winced, the shackles digging into his wrists, and grabbed the chains in his hands, trying to relieve the pressure of the sudden, new weight on his arms. Huntress Looking straight into his eyes, she reached beneath her ass and grabbed his cock. Aiming it straight up, she lowered her hips, impaling herself on his cock. Her wet, hot pussy swallowed his entire length in one thrust. "Yessssssss," Diana whispered, biting him hard on the ear as she started bouncing up and down on his cock. "FUCK ME!" she howled, grinding her hips into him, forcing her body tight against his. Doug's eyes were clamped tight as this woman fucked his cock while he stood helpless in his bounds. It was both humiliating and exhilarating at the same time. Every nerve in his cock screamed in ecstasy as her ht cunt clamped around his shaft. His balls churned and ached, begging for releases as Doug fought with all his will to fight for as long as possible, savoring ever second of this fucking. Diana felt another orgasm building fast, and she grabbed Doug by the shoulders and started slamming down on top of him. Her cunt was on fire, filled by his gorgeous big cock. She had been dreaming of this from the moment she had met him, and was quickly becoming overwhelmed by the experience. She grunted and groaned, gasping for breath as she forced her orgasm out of herself. Moments away, she suddenly knew something was wrong. She felt the presence of her master creeping through her, seeking for the release of sperm into her cunt. What was her master doing? She tried to think. He had not contacted her. He was satisfied with the last event; he shouldn't have come to her for many more days. She felt the all too familiar pulsing in her cunt as both of their orgasms neared and her master waited to reap the rewards. She tried to fight against the intrusion, to save Doug from what was about to happen, but she couldn't stop herself. The throes of her orgasm grabbed her and pushed her over the edge. Doug was humping back against her as best he could, fucking her juicy cunt as he held back his cum. Suddenly he heard Diana start to weep and the walls of her pussy clamp down on his cock with a grip stronger than a fist. She whimpered, then screamed incoherently as he felt the flood of her orgasm wash over his cock. He could hold back no more, and thrust his cock deep inside of her as his cum exploded from his cock with a force he had never felt before. Doug gasped and shuddered, and then his eyes opened wide as he felt more than just his cum leaking from his cock. It was as if his life essence was turned to liquid and sucked through his cock like a straw. He opened his eyes wide; Diana locked tight on his body, and shook helplessly as he felt his himself slowly dying. He wavered, his strength failing, as he tried to find words, to shout a warning, to say anything. Suddenly, he felt the flow stop, as if something had pinched the straw. He felt the battle ensue and small amounts managed to leak through, but in the, his life was spared. Diana slowly crawled off of him. Pulling a key from her cleavage, she unlocked all the manacles, not daring to look into his face. She fell to the ground, curling herself up tight and whimpered as Doug stared at her. Finally gathering up his clothes, he took one last, long look at the girl and weakly made his way up the stairs. Diana watched him leave, sobbing into her arm. Why had her master done that to her? Why did he force her to choose between them, to fight to save Doug's life? He had never interfered before, so why now? Diana couldn't say, but she knew the consequences were far more than just angering her master. Now, she would have to figure out what to do with Doug... Doug lay in his bed in the dead of night. It had been three days since the encounter, but his strength still had not returned. H could barely pull himself out his bed, and hadn't eaten as he fought for what part of his life was left. Something of himself had been stolen that night. He didn't know what or how, but he knew that Diana was responsible. His eyes burned as his body begged for sleep that his mind would not let him have. He did not know if he would live through the night if he ever fell asleep. Doug existed in a dream like nightmare where his subconscious took control of his reality. Images danced before him, teasing his mind, daring him to believe they were real. He heard a click, then creak at the front door to his apartment. He reached out and fumbled on the nightstand, his hand grabbing around the handle of his gun. He weakly aimed it the door to his bedroom as he watched it slowly open. A figure slipped quietly inside, head bowed to the dim light of his nightstand lamp. Doug aimed the gun at the figure, watching the form move across the room to stand and the foot of his bed. He saw her face catch the light and slowly lowered his weapon. Her face was a mask of grief, worn with hurt and grief as looked down upon him with sincere pity. "What have you done to me?" he whispered. "Oh, Doug," she cried, staring at his wracked, worn body. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen to you. I tried to stop him, but I couldn't." Tears welled up in her eyes as she climbed onto the bed beside him and stroked his face. "What have you done to me?" he whispered again. "I'm dying. What have you taken from me?" "It wasn't me," she cried. "I swear to you. I didn't know that this would happen. I didn't want this to happen, not to you. Not to you..." She kissed his face, her mouth planting on his lips as she tenderly kissed him. "I love you, Doug." She held him close, kissing his mouth and stroking his face as she cried in sorrowful joy at her revelation. The couple kissed and touched, feeling one another in a tenderness that Diana was unaccustomed to experiencing. Her clothes came off as they played on the bed, her naked form draped over his. She found herself straddling his hips, taking his cock deep inside of her and making love to another human being for the first time. It was sweet, tender, and powerful, unlike anything she had every experienced. She sigh and moaned, loving every second, every thrust of their love making. Doug looked up at her, both amazed and fearful of this beautiful, exotic woman on top of him. He didn't understand her, nor even dared to pretend to try. He was enthralled by her beauty, her strange innocence. Before, he had wanted to fuck her senseless. Now, he just wanted her, to protect her, to teach her about the things that she seemed to lack in her life. He groaned as that single thought brought his climax out of him. He pulled her forward, crushing his chest into hers as he started to cum. Diana was lost in a world of sensuality, unable to explain why she had never felt like that before. She felt Doug's orgasm as soon as it started, feeling his cum shoot deep inside of her. Too late did she feel the hidden presence of her master lurking deep within her. He moved to strike before she even knew he was there, sucking at the Doug's life as he pumped his cum into her. She tried to stop him, to break the connection, but there was nothing she could do. He was too quick, too strong, and too angry to allow her to win this time. Doug looked up, his eyes widening as he realized that it was happening again. He saw Diana's eyes water and tears flowed down her face. "No, no, no," she wailed as Doug gasped for life, his eyes darkening. He reached out the back of his fingers brushing her cheek as he took one final breath. His hand dropped limply to his side as Diana watched in horror the transformation of his body, his life juices drained from his mortal shell. Diana held his body for many hours, weeping into his chest, stroking his hair, trying to warm his body with hers. With a final, desperate sigh, she pulled herself away and dressed. She kissed his cheek and slowly disappeared back into the night. For the first time, did she realize two things: She was capable of love; and her demon master was capable of vengeful jealousy.